One word, one breath, one life, one death.
One will, one way, one moment, one stay.
One motion, one source, one stillness, one force.
One reason, one joy, one love, one toy.
One God, in season, One God, one reason.
One love is why, one earth, one sky.
One you, one me, one I, in three.
One Passion, one play, three choices, each way.
One darkness, one light, one vision, one right.
One mind, to say, make Heaven, each way.
One body to hold, and be retold.
One spirit, to breath, to stay, relieve.
One moment, all song, all vital, belong, in One.

Universes, Multiverses, to infinity and beyond.
Name stay, let it go, do yoga: Dancing with myself and God.
Copyright January 2015 willowaterpoetry.com

In flowering fields nature yields, the sweetest taste of Summer.

Her warm embrace and sun-kissed face, Love has a taste called Honey Love.

A work, a feat, not bittersweet, she is complete, in Honey Love.

She’s spun in air, and when I’m there, she’s beautiful and vibrant.

And when aloft her touch, so soft, my memory’s a Rembrandt.

I watch her spin, and take it in, sweet light to guide the imagery.

In amber hues, she knows all cues, she’s wiser than a mystic.

She flows so sweet the taste’s complete, I’m filled to overflowing.

She’s hard, she’s soft, she’s still aloft, her textures are mindblowing.

She comes around, with slow soft sound, it’s like she’s everflowing.

Enfolding me, I learn to see, the rapture found in Honey Love.

The song, the dance, the sweet romance, it is a place in Honey Love.

So let’s go there, just leave your chair, forever live in Honey Love.

Namaste, let it go, do yoga: Dancing with myself and God.

HLP-Copyright January 2014 Willowwaterpoetry.com

Within the spreading aspen grove, I sought you and, you found me.

I asked your there what we should do, you answered with “I’ll ask you too.”

We touched, we played, grew up in there, drank the water, breathed the air.

In Spring we ran. In Summer flowered. When Fall came cold, it made us number.

Then falling leaves around us grew, and made us blind and brittle too.

When Winter came under the scene, time’s hands grew tough and even mean.

We found a place within two trees, there I sold you and you sold me.

And when we made those two mistakes, the bows all broke, and the earth: it quaked..

Then you fell down, and so did I, I had to burn to reach the sky.

I wished you to a honey bee, so I’d feed you, and you’d feed me.

My wishes spread among the trees, seemed anchored there, please hearts unfreeze.

Then when I begged for deaths embrace, another angel touched my face.

A warming flow came over me, a healing glow my eyes could see.

Spring had arrived, and I could see, that life had reached infinity.

So I would never be alone, but lonely still since you were’nt home.

I laid to God upon the ground, all I had lost, so broken down.

I said right then that I was through, he told me then he still had you.

Within the spreading aspen grove, I found each present, a treasure trove.

She spoke again: “begin anew, and heal each other through and through.”

And then God blinked a Summer day, and we grew up, began to pray.

And then our maker weaved the spell, with a blink we were made well.

I love your smile, your laugh at me. I’ll be your honey. I’ll be a tree.

And if you ever want me there, I’l be the flowers in your hair.

We’ll cycle through each treasure trove keep breathing in the Aspen Grove.

(copyright 15 Jan 15 wilowaterpoetry)